The coffin elder couldn't help coughing, and dark red blood spurted out from the mouth on the back of his head.
Only then did Ren Qing notice that Coffin Lao's right arm, which had just been transplanted, had developed cadaverous spots, indicating that his physical condition was extremely poor.
He quickly supported the old coffin man.
When Ren Qing came into contact with Mr. Coffin, information flowed in front of his eyes.
【Golden Handle Sky】
[Age: seventy-eight]
【Shou Yuan: Thirty-five days】
[Skill: Xuantian Method (Nascent Soul Stage)]
【Xuantian method】
[Cultivation requires absorbing the true energy to circulate around the meridians until it returns to the Qihai point. Only when one's own blood flows back can the cultivation be completed. 】
Ren Qing frowned slightly. The coffin elder's original name was Jin Bingtian. Although he had thirty-five days left in his life, he could die at any time.
The coffin elder has noticed that his lifespan is depleted, so his character is a little weird.
Ren Qing did not expect that Coffin Lao actually practiced the Xuantian Technique, the core technique of Wuwei Taoism.
However, the "Xuan Tian Gong" has obviously been adapted, it does not require the parasitic body of the Tiandao Insect, and it is more suitable for the waning moon layer.
Ren Qing inevitably wants to obtain the magic from Coffin Lao.
There are no Heavenly Dao Worms in Coffin Lao's body. Even if his cultivation reaches the Nascent Soul stage, which is comparable to the Yin Cha Realm, the improvement to his soul is still minimal.
Unless your life is extended, your vitality will be cut off.
"Carry your coffin, I need your help?"
The coffin elder fended off Ren Qing with an angry look on his face, wiped away the blood on his own, and walked quickly towards Sanmu Lane.
Ren Qing picked up the coffin and followed behind. At this time, the street was deserted.
The people were hiding in their homes, and they could vaguely hear screams in the distance, indicating that the monks were not lenient in their massacre.
However, at most hundreds of people could die in this act, and the morning street would not get out of control.
Ren Qing could tell that the coffin man was a little gloomy, and he was about to close the store as soon as he put down the coffin.
Ren Qing asked tentatively: "Old Coffin, I'm afraid we'll need a lot of coffins from tomorrow onwards. Will we be able to do it in time?"
"Anyway, your coffin is worth it."
How could the coffin elder not understand the meaning of Ren Qing's words, but his life span was really exhausted and he was too lazy to think about what happened after his death.
His tone softened and he said, "Let's go. Stay indoors these days and don't go out easily. Just get through it."
"Old Coffin, take your leave."
Ren Qing did not place all his hopes of obtaining the magic on Old Coffin. After all, there was not only one monk in Chenjie.
But to deal with those monks, I'm afraid special means need to be used.
Ren Qing walked back to the courtyard, even using the Heavenly Dao Chongpu along the way.
He found that he had indeed not been targeted by the hidden monks, but the people gradually began to suffer casualties.
Ren Qing also noticed that in the darkest corner of Morning Street, things like Mr. Coffin had nothing to do with my egoism, but it was much more normal.
He deliberately concealed his aura and kept his presence to a minimum.
"Hey hey hey..."
Strange laughter sounded.
The old man who looked like a groom walked into the alley. When he came out soon, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood.
Or she may be a gentle and pleasant oiran, but in reality she eats people without spitting out their bones.
For these monks, order on the morning street must be maintained, and on weekdays they will even take the initiative to solve troubles.
But the appearance of the baby fox gave them an excuse to kill.
Theoretically, the crisis can be stopped by killing all the people who know the name of the baby fox.
But in fact, even they themselves already know that the arrival of the strange path is a certainty and an unavoidable disaster.
Now it's just a carnival.
Ren Qing knew that the killings would only last for about two days, otherwise the order of Morning Street would collapse and this place would become a real "prison."
He sat cross-legged in the wing, thinking about how to get involved.
Jingzhou is currently in a melee between the Blood Moon and the Heavenly Dao Insects. It is not difficult to quietly kill a monk who has built a foundation and formed an elixir.
However, there is indeed a lot of room for manipulation. If you can build a ghost market, you can even consider deploying a secret hand.
"Only two days..."
Ren Qing closed his eyes, and his spirit and ghost came to the prison in his belly.
The head of Zexian, who was divided into souls, was located in the center, and his appearance immediately transformed into three flowers gathering on the top, with five qi rising towards the origin, carrying a strange and inexplicable immortal energy.
He stretched out his hand to pinch the Heavenly Dream Seed and embedded it above the center of his eyebrows.
The ghost shadow then also entangled the soul, allowing the latter to borrow the ghost essence of the Tiandao Insect.
In this way, the divided soul immediately transformed into a Tiandaofu cultivator, and even the aura it exuded was far more mysterious than Ren Qing expected.
The "immortality" of Zeren, the "Tao" of Tiandao insects and the "illusion" of Mengzhong.
The three kinds of breath are inexplicably connected and closely related to each other, making the appearance of the separated soul more and more mysterious.
Seeing this, Ren Qing had a thought in his mind.
The Zexian head in the center became blurred, and then turned into Yuanshi Tianzun, and the nightmare demon head on the right turned into Lingbao Tianzun.
The aura of the split soul is even more terrifying. Anyone who is a Taoist priest would not dare to look at him.
The heavenly dream seed between the eyebrows emits a faint light, and then the finger points on the island in the middle of the lake, and the hazy Taoist temple is looming.
Ren Qing suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and tried his best to maintain the Dream Butterfly Technique.
After a while, the Taoist temple transformed into reality.
The Taoist temple has white walls and green tiles. In the courtyard is a weeping willow tree. Next to it is a spring spouting wine, with a jade gourd hanging in the air.
The wine gourd has been refined into a strange weapon. Although it has not yet been integrated into a strange object, it is obviously not an ordinary magic weapon.
Ren Qing nodded with satisfaction and took everything step by step.
It is not easy to turn the dream of heaven into a ghost market. For the time being, we can only build a Taoist temple, but it is enough to deal with the current situation.
He couldn't help but open his eyes and walked from the courtyard to the quiet residential area.
It is now the end of the massacre, so fewer and fewer monks are participating, and there is a little more life on the streets.
As for whether the source of the spread of infant foxes has been discovered, I guess most monks don't care, after all, it has already happened.
Ren Qing glanced at the sky and saw that there were still three or four hours before night.
He wandered around the residential area silently, actually observing the monks who were about to move, looking for a suitable target among them.
Ren Qing quickly found a candidate. He deliberately entered an unoccupied house nearby, closed the doors and windows and lit a candle.
The faint light is like a firefly in the dark night, always attracting attention.
A man covered in abscesses walked out of the shadows. Not only was he ugly, but his legs were also born with a disability of varying lengths.
Yuan Si swallowed and stared at the illuminated house with his triangular eyes.
After the monks slaughtered everyone, there was no one left alive, but he still looked emaciated, with constant noises coming from his belly.
Yuan Si covered his stomach and murmured to himself: "No one lived in this room a few days ago, but now there is someone suddenly there. Maybe it is the communicator..."
"I killed him not too much, not too much at all..."
Yuan Si seemed to be trying to comfort his remaining conscience, and also seemed to be looking for a reason, staggering toward the house.
But when he actually reached the door, he hesitated.
In fact, there are many people like Yuan Si in the world who cannot do good deeds and do not have the courage to do evil. They hesitate and end up dead without any body parts.
The wooden door slowly opened with a creaking sound, and the aroma of wine filled the air.
Yuan Si swallowed, walked into the room hesitantly, and soon noticed a glass of crystal clear wine on the table.
The wine evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye, giving him no chance to choose. The wine mist formed and poured into Yuan Si's mouth and nose.
Bang!
Yuan Si fell asleep and fainted, and soon he started snoring.
He felt like he was having an extremely vague lucid dream, but his consciousness was completely unconscious, as if his soul was separated from his body.
Yuan Si secretly thought that it was terrible. Could it be that there were really monks above Nascent Soul hidden in Chenjie? Otherwise, how could they attack him quietly.
With his cultivation in the foundation building stage, it seems that he doesn't even have the strength to resist.
When Yuan Si regained consciousness, he suddenly noticed that there was a Taoist temple around him, and a thick mist shrouded the world.
The willow trees swayed in the wind, and the crystal clear wine fountain did not look like anything in the world.
What shocked him the most was that a deafening whale cry sounded, and a huge black shadow vaguely appeared in the clouds and mist.
Yuan Si's eyes flashed with light, as if he had returned to more than twenty years ago.
At that time, he was not trapped in Chenjie. He traveled to Jingzhou with his master and heard about various rare and exotic animals at that time.
"The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. It turns into a bird and its name is Peng. The Peng's back is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it has..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt a gap in the clouds and mist.
A two-headed immortal walked out of the sky, surrounded by cranes, and accompanied by immortal trees growing on the ground with golden branches and jade leaves.
"Immortals...there are really immortals in the world..."
Yuan Si had never had a dream about becoming an immortal and attaining enlightenment, but at this moment, his eyes could not help but burst into tears, and he even wished he could give up his heart and lungs.
The ghost stood in front of Yuan Si, who knelt down on his knees piously.
Ren Qing couldn't use any of the excuses he wanted. He was stunned for a few seconds before he said, "Yuan Si, are you willing to achieve transcendence?"
"willing……"
"This is a fairy market. It opens every thirty days. You can enter with a voucher."
Ren Qingdian was placed on Yuan Si's forehead, leaving a trace of the dream of heaven in his Niwan Palace.
The aura is so subtle that it can't be discovered unless you attack Yuan Si's Niwan Palace.
Even if Niwan Palace is destroyed, the aura can dissipate at any time.
Yuan Si looked at Ren Qing in disbelief, his mind was in chaos, and due to the influence of the Dream Butterfly Technique, he was no longer on guard.
"You can exchange for what you want in the Fairy Market, but you must pay a price."
"cost……"
While Yuan Si was still thinking, Ren Qing directly extracted the memory from the soul that had already acquiesced, and suddenly there was a thick book in his hand.
The book is called "The Dirt Technique", which is exactly the technique he needs.
The memory obtained in this way is more complete, and there is no need to worry about authenticity.
"Yuan Si, what do you want?"
Ren Qing was going to ask Yuan Si to recruit people for him, so naturally he would be given some benefits.
Yuan Si sighed and said: "My lord, my master never gave me a Taoist title before he died. Can you..."
Ren Qing opened his mouth. Anyway, Zexian's head was holding Yuanshi Tianzun's waistcoat, and he simply said: "Let's call you Guangchengzi."
"Thank you, Immortal Lord."
Yuan Si burst into tears of gratitude.
Ren Qing flipped through the books and noticed the practice method of revising the Heavenly Way. He suddenly became enlightened and came up with a bold idea.
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